All by myself—
not by choice,
yet I settle into stillness
like a solitary lily in shaded bloom.
Here, quiet hours turn gentle,
and I cradle my thoughts
as if they were seeds waiting for spring.
I open my mind’s windows to soft winds,
let my dreams drift and unfurl
where no chorus of voices follows.
I am at peace,
content to shine a distant light,
not like the rest—
but wholly my own.